A man wearing a cotton white cloak
Flowing down to his bare feet
Leads a horse raved in velvet blue
His face brimming with delight absolute
He travels a narrow mountain path
With his master sitting on horseback
Cloaked in thick black layers
Wrinkled and soiled as deemed
Scorched under the dying sun rays
Face swollen and reddened
With merriment of wine
Consumed plentiful, last night
His body slumped over to better reach
The manservant's profound views
The unlikely pair seems to revel
An attuned comradeship - new found!
As the sun arch softened
And the parched wind blew
A gorged cactus witnessed
The foot imprints of man and horse
Disappearing into the golden sand
As if they had never been!
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